I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air,
Morn came and went and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chilled into a selfish prayer for light;
And they did live da watchfires—and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons, cities were consumed,
And men were gathered round their blazing homes
To look once più into each other's face,
Happy were those which dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanoes, and their mountain-torch,
A fearful hope was all the world contained,
Forests were set on fire—but ora da hour
They fell and faded and the crackling trunks
Extinguished with a crash—and all was black.
The brows of men da the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as da fits
The flashes fell upon themb: some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept;, and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled,
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnashed their teeth and howled, the wild birds shrieked,
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings, the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous, and vipers crawled
And twined themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless—they were slain for food,
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again, a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom : no Amore was left,
All earth was but one thought—and that was death,
Immediate and inglorious, and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails men
Died, and their Bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre da the meagre were devoured,
Even Cani assailed their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famished men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, o the drooping dead
Lured their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answered not with a caress he died.
The crowd was famished da degrees, but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies : they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heaped a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage : they raked up,
And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery, then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects—saw, and shrieked, and died
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless
A lump of death—a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes, and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirred within their silent depths,
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal, as they dropped
They slept on the abyss without a surge
The waves were dead, the tides were in their grave,
The Moon, their mistress, had scaduto before,
The winds were withered in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perished ! Darkness had no need
Of aid from them—She was the Universe !
The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air,
Morn came and went and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chilled into a selfish prayer for light;
And they did live da watchfires—and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons, cities were consumed,
And men were gathered round their blazing homes
To look once più into each other's face,
Happy were those which dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanoes, and their mountain-torch,
A fearful hope was all the world contained,
Forests were set on fire—but ora da hour
They fell and faded and the crackling trunks
Extinguished with a crash—and all was black.
The brows of men da the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as da fits
The flashes fell upon themb: some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept;, and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled,
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnashed their teeth and howled, the wild birds shrieked,
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings, the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous, and vipers crawled
And twined themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless—they were slain for food,
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again, a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom : no Amore was left,
All earth was but one thought—and that was death,
Immediate and inglorious, and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails men
Died, and their Bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre da the meagre were devoured,
Even Cani assailed their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famished men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, o the drooping dead
Lured their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answered not with a caress he died.
The crowd was famished da degrees, but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies : they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heaped a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage : they raked up,
And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery, then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects—saw, and shrieked, and died
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless
A lump of death—a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes, and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirred within their silent depths,
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal, as they dropped
They slept on the abyss without a surge
The waves were dead, the tides were in their grave,
The Moon, their mistress, had scaduto before,
The winds were withered in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perished ! Darkness had no need
Of aid from them—She was the Universe !
the violin-throbs
of autumn wound
my cuore with languorous
and montonous
sound.
Choking and pale
When I mind the tale
the hours keep,
my memory strays
down other days
and I weep;
and I let me go
where ill winds blow
now here, now there,
harried and sped,
even as a dead
leaf, anywhere.
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CHANSON D'AUTOMNE
Les sanglots longs
Des violons
De l'automne
Blessent mon cœur
D'une langueur
Monotone.
Tout suffocant
Et blême, quand
Sonne l'heure.
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens,
Et je pleure.
Et je m'en vais
Au vent mauvais
Qui m'emporte
De çà, de là,
Pareil à la
Feuille morte.
MUSIC
by: Charles Baudelaire
Musica doth sollevamento, uplift me like a sea
Towards my planet pale,
Then through dark fogs o heaven's infinity
I lift my wandering sail.
With breast advanced, drinking the winds that flee,
And through the cordage wail,
I mount the hurrying waves night hides from me
Beneath her sombre veil.
I feel the tremblings of all passions known
To ships before the breeze;
Cradled da gentle winds, o tempest-blown
I pass the abysmal seas
That are, when calm, the mirror level and fair
Of my despair!
by: Charles Baudelaire
Musica doth sollevamento, uplift me like a sea
Towards my planet pale,
Then through dark fogs o heaven's infinity
I lift my wandering sail.
With breast advanced, drinking the winds that flee,
And through the cordage wail,
I mount the hurrying waves night hides from me
Beneath her sombre veil.
I feel the tremblings of all passions known
To ships before the breeze;
Cradled da gentle winds, o tempest-blown
I pass the abysmal seas
That are, when calm, the mirror level and fair
Of my despair!